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But he only grows harder, larger as he pushes yet another inch into me.

His head dips and his breath catches, a small noise rolling in his chest. Pulling down the lace of my bra with his teeth, he catches a nipple in his hot mouth, tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue as he impales me with yet another broad inch.

Apparently, my body has decided that is all the foreplay it needs because my pussy sucks him in deep enough to hurt. We both groan and my nails break his skin as I sink them deeper, trying to adjust to the sensation of being so full. I suppose what they say about the Northerners is true, after all.

Something about wingspans in relation to heights.

Soren gives me a full minute to adjust, giving my breasts his full attention, and soon I begin to move against him, slippery sounds filling my ears.

He grips my hips and thrusts in so hard, my breasts bounce and my back curves. He makes a low sound of pure masculine approval, bucking his hips so that he hits an adulterous spot that makes me cry out in both agony and pleasure.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, but he fucks me deeper, touching places I didn't even know existed—no offense to any of my exes.

And gods, he isn't even all the way in yet.

He eases out a few inches, abandoning my breasts to kiss me wildly, his movements anything but coordinated. He wraps large hands around me and murmurs another apology against my ear as he pushes the last inch in, making me scream his name, toes curling, world hazing red.

For a moment, everything seems sharper somehow, clearer, though tinted red. I had no idea sex could change perception.

My pussy clenches around Soren's cock and I lose the ability to form thoughts, left with only excruciatingly sharpened senses and the dangerous edge of lust. I shut my eyes, leaning in to bury my face in his neck, and stars burst in the back of my eyes as he pulls out only to impale me again.

I cuss, pant, whimper. I bite his shoulder, licking his warm, salty skin.

He shudders and yanks my hair back so he can look in my face as he pounds into me.

His eyes widen, his nostrils flare, and I see myself in his eyes.

My hair is no longer in a bun, clinging to my sweaty skin.

My pupils are dilated and have an eerie glow to them that I've never seen before.

My lips are swollen and parted. My nipples are pink and hard. My skin glistens with sweat.

It does something to me and I break the slow rhythm of his thrusts by bearing down hard on his cock. He hisses. "Don't do that."

I do it again.

"Gods, Seraphina. Do you get off on testing my patience?" he practically snarls, but there is no anger in his voice. He shuts his eyes as if staving off an inner battle and I rise in his lap again and roll in a complete circle before slamming down and clenching again.

He grabs my neck and bares his teeth at me. "I'm trying to be gentle. I don't want to hurt you."

"You already have," I rasp, and his eyes darken with understanding that my words have nothing to do with his cock that still seems to be growing inside me.

I feel it the exact moment Soren lets go.

The tension bleeds from his face, but it isn't peace that overtakes his features.

It is surrender. His gaze locks in mine, no longer guarded and there is nothing human in them.

There is only black and gold, pupils blown wild and glassy with a desperate hunger.

There is no hesitation, no warning.

He fucks me like I am the enemy, knocking the air from my lungs and even then, he cuts off my airflow, making me lightheaded.

He fucks me like he's been starving for an eternity and has finally decided to feed without mercy.

There is nothing tender. Just the sharp slap of my skin against his as I bounce off his cock, the snarl of his breath in my ear, and the slick heat of arousal and something thicker between my thighs.

The stretch burns, but gods, I can't bring myself to care.

I claw at him, drag my nails down his spine hard enough to draw blood, baring my throat instinctively as his teeth scrape his bite from earlier.

Something pulses in my chest, fine-tuning every emotion, every feeling—even those that do not belong to me. A lust so great it ruins. A broken hunger. Rage. Fear of losing him—me. The last runs so deep, it fuels each thrust with desperation.

My body snaps tight as I try to understand just how Soren's feelings are melding with mine. And why.

Why my body opens up even more for him, taking every unforgiving thrust like it is what I was made for.

His hands grip my hips so hard, I know I'll bruise, his spine hitting against the chair as he arches into me like he wishes to break me apart and put me together again around him.

I cannot stop myself from shattering, and in that split second, our eyes meet.

And I know it instantly.

Fear flashes in his eyes but we both cannot seem to stop. My pussy quivers around him as I ride out my orgasm, moaning, even as tears roll down my cheeks. Liar. All he's ever done is lie to me.

His cock tightens and I feel the warm spray of cum inside, his arms tightening around me as he jerks, whispering my name with words I never want to hear again. "I'm sorry."

This time, there is remorse. Because he knows I might have been mad at him before, but now, I'll never forgive him.

I get off him, hating the feel of his cum rolling out of me. If I looked closely, there's a bit of blood there, because Soren fucked me raw and bloody, like he's probably been dying to since he realized what we were.

My steps are hard against the marble as I try to find my chemise.

"Seraphina."

I ignore him and settle for his shirt, even if the last thing I want to do is touch anything that belongs to him. I can't very well walk to my bedroom naked with the guards and guests milling around.

He catches me by my wrist before I can reach for it. His eyes are wide, face panicked. "Let me explain. I'll tell you everything."

"Since when have you known we were mates?" I ask, voice trembling.

"At the hospital, when you woke up?—"

"And you still planned to use me as leverage," I whisper. Everything is shattering too fast and I can't stop it. I can't stop my heart from breaking again.

"You don't understand?—"

"I remember everything." His eyes widen.

I step closer, uncaring of my nakedness.

"You want to know the first thing I remembered?

Lying out there, bleeding out and dying, begging you to save me and my child.

Eric asked you what you were doing and you told him you were finding leverage.

You realized what I was and you were still going to use me, anyway. You truly are the worst."

His jaw tightens and he doesn't even try to deny it. When I turn and snatch his shirt off the floor, he doesn't stop me. He doesn't either when I don it and walk out the dining hall.